#What do you see #Keepitalive #Poetry

What do you see # 13- January 20th, 2020





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No Change

In the stone circle stands a chance

To split dark from light

Offering the world below, fire

The blue moon whispering a warning

They are too young, they are not ready

Let them find their own way

You come too far from the future

To understand their way of life

Why hurry things along

When you have no way of knowing

What they might discover by time alone

Your world is driven by speed

Theirs is not, they hunt for food

They live, they are happy

Some might call it fate

I call it interference

As it has been through the ages

Name one culture that has been

Allowed to walk its own path

Wars, famine, floods have changed so much

Of what might have been

For once, I would like to see

Where they would travel by themselves

Without interference

I hear you all shouting

It was meant to be…

©anitadawes 2020




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When morning shadows fade

I shrink back into darkness

Forgotten until daylight

When I can once again search

For the one who stole my lifeforce

While I was dreaming me.

Yet, he has no face, not fully formed

I must be quick before he takes

More from the shadows

To become the one I am meant to be

Leaving me in darkness

Never to step into the light

To find my own form

To live outside my own form

My own shadow…

©anitadawes 2020

Circle… #Poetry


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Old stories whispered on wet afternoons

Do they contain a kernel of truth?

Are the stones more than man has made?

Late at night when the moon is full

Energy pulled from the stones

Blue flickering light

Can the fate of Merlin be seen?

Dancing in the circle?

I see mischief by magic made…

©anitadawes 2020

#Writephoto ~ Keep #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Keep #writephoto



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For visually challenged writers, the image shows the ruined tower of a castle, seen through the cross-shaped window of another tower.


I am cast in stone

Chained beneath the castle walls

My soul yearning to be set free

The dark cross sentinels

Guard the three remaining towers

So many come,

they gaze upon my fallen walls

Never hearing my voice

No mind open to hear my plea

From the fall of Camelot

I have tried to let them know

There is a way to set me free…

©anitadawes 2020



Undo… #Poetry



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In your blood

I have written your end

I am not death but

You know me

Yet cannot pronounce my name

I have circled the Universe with stars

So many, you cannot see them all

Their number is how long

Man shall remain on this planet

You are my children

My favourite toys

If I could start creation again

I would rewrite the end in your blood…

©anitadawes 2020

My Head… #Poetry


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My Head

I hear you whispering

Inside my head

As if you think I’m dead

Have I lost all sense of reality?

Did the bell toll for me

Am I taken to a new realm?

If I could turn up the sound of your voice

Would you tell me

I died while sleeping and

The bell did toll loud and clear for me…

©anitadawes 2020

The Monastery… #Poetry



The Monastery

The monastery of Evette, built high

on a rocky outcrop beside the village of Lorraine

The village folk would take food baskets

Leaving them close by each morning

One monk was put in the basket and lowered

then hauled back up with food gathered.

It had been this way for many years

The monks would pray for the villagers

According to the messages laid in with the food.

After five days of the food laying untouched.

The villagers stood, calling for the basket

with no way to reach the monks

The villagers knelt, prayed, feeling lost

With no one to pray for them

An hour passed, with no monk to be seen.

The youngest, strongest of the villagers

Decided to pull himself up

To look for the monks.

What he found would stay with him

Lowering the basket for the villager elder

Hauling him up to a sight never seen.

The twelve original monks sat in a circle

The bodies perfectly preserved

The village became a place of pilgrimage

Food was often left at the foot of the mountain

This vanished each day, as it has always been

The villagers believe their prayers are still answered…

©anitadawes 2020

#Writephoto ~ Presence #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Presence #writephoto



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I am lost in dreaming

The feel of your hand in mine

Dark lonely nights remembered

Inside the tall grey stone

Our time has fled

The circle closing

Ancestors whispering

Their footsteps echo back in time

I see them still

When the mist is rising

Happy, smiling,

their tall grey sentinels protecting

a way of life no longer remembered

scant mention in printed substance

should you visit the stones

you will find us here

a sudden breeze, a warmth

a whispered song

a sudden shimmer of grey

around the standing stones

don’t say, am I only dreaming…



#Keepitalive #Whatdoyousee #Poetry

What do you see # 11 – January 6th, 2020





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I have come a long way on liquid light

To find this old castle

Is it the one I’m looking for?

Will this burning path lead me

Out of its dark walls

To a world outside I remember

Lush green trees, rolling hills

My home beside the sea

Will it be as it once was?

Companionship, love and laughter

Will I finally be able to place the sword

Back in his hands where it belongs?

Are they still there, or must I journey on?

To find the Lady of the Lake

To throw the sword again

into its dark watery world

to wait for time to turn back…



It’s lonely out here in the inter-ether…Talk to me people!